Poems from kjgeiger

They have almost finished their journey, Over 300 pages already written and now so many options. Will he take his life for her? Like such...
I asked a girl, who had red hair, what it meant to love, We talked for hours, endlessly, the characteristics of our beloved. Compassion...
The mind is the most dangerous tool Equip with the weapon of thought And dripping with self-doubt and destruction It is brutal   No one...